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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,890
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Now, where were we?
Chapter 3: Now... where were we?
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Sara and Greg walked down the hall to the break room after finishing up observing their vics autopsy. Doc Robbins found no sign of fowl play. Blunt force trauma to the head, drowning in water that had already been tested as what was found in her lungs... all signs pointed to a tragic accident. Sara sighed. Life really was precious.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Greg inquired as he handed her a cup of coffee. Sara smiled.
"You'll think it's corny." She said as she took the mug from him. Greg smirked.
"Everything that comes out of my mouth is corny... so no I won't." Sara laughed at that before turning serious again and taking a seat with her mug of coffee.
"I was just thinking about our drowning vic Cindy Dalton. I mean... we see accidental death all the time in this field. And it's no more or less tragic than a murder..." She sighed. "I guess I was just thinking how precious life is that's all..." She smirked again. "Corny huh?" Greg for a change looked serious when he responded.
"Not corny at all Sara." He paused. "Now shagging your boss on the floor of his office... THAT'S corny!" He ducked as Sara hurled a magazine at his head. Greg laughed and Sara couldn't help but follow suit. Their laughter was interrupted by Nick entering the break room. The expression on his face was unreadable, but Sara knew something was wrong when he looked at her. Was that pity? Sara frowned slightly and set down her coffee mug.
"Nick, what's wrong?" Nick didn't look like he was too keen on sharing whatever information he had, but with a shrug of his shoulders he did.
"Ecklie called Grissom into his office a little while ago." Sara's heart froze. Oh no. In an instant Sara was on her feet and walking purposefully to Grissom's office. Shit shit shit I probably got him fired. Hell we might both be fired. Oh shit Grissom I'm sorry. She knocked gently on his open door to find Grissom behind a significantly smaller stack of paperwork. While the thought to make a sarcastic remark about Grissom actually finishing paperwork for a change crossed Sara's mind, the issue of whether or not the two of them still had jobs won out. Sara walked in and sat down in front of Grissom's desk. He raised his eyebrows at the look of concern on her face, but waited patiently for her to explain.
"I heard you talked to Ecklie. What happened?" Grissom opened his mouth to respond to Sara's question but was cut off before he had the chance. "God Griss I'm so sorry! He fired you didn't he? Damn it I just couldn't keep my stupid lips to myself... Griss I'm sorry!"
"Sara!" She stopped at Grissom's frantic call of her name. He smiled then, holding up his hands in an attempt to calm her. "I'm not fired. And to answer your next questions I'm still a supervisor and you're still employed by the Las Vegas Crime Lab." Sara frowned slightly.
"Why?" She asked. Grissom had to laugh at that.
"You sound disappointed!" Sara glared at that.
"Of course I'm not disappointed! But... that IS why Ecklie called you into his office right? Because of... us?" Us. Sara couldn't help but thinking. Damn that sounds good.
"Yes Sara... Ecklie heard about our... encounter."
"And we still have our jobs?"
"We still have our jobs?"
"Why?" Grissom laughed again at Sara.
"You already asked that." Sara glared at him.
"Then cut the crap and tell me what happened!" Grissom held up his hands again, this time in defense of any projectiles Sara might be considering throwing in his general direction.
"Calm down Honey..." He chuckled. "You won't believe me but this is the honest truth... he's overlooking it. All we got was a slap on the hand with a stern 'Don't let it happen again.' That's the whole story." That and declaring my undying love for you... but that's a story for another time. Sara raised an eyebrow.
"You're sure the real Ecklie wasn't abducted by aliens, right?" Grissom laughed.
"As sure as I can be." His expression softened and the pitch of his voice lowered a bit. "Shifts over... let's go home." Sara blushed and cleared her throat.
"Separate cars?" She asked. Grissom shook his head and rose from his desk. He held out his hand to help Sara up from her chair which she took willingly.
"I think we both know that's not necessary." He winked at her and maneuvered her in front of him as he followed her out of his office. Turning off the lights and locking his office door, Grissom and Sara walked down the hall. A blind man couldn't have missed the matching smirks on Sara and Grissom's faces as they left the lab side by side.
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Sara and Greg walked down the hall to the break room after finishing up observing their vics autopsy. Doc Robbins found no sign of fowl play. Blunt force trauma to the head, drowning in water that had already been tested as what was found in her lungs... all signs pointed to a tragic accident. Sara sighed. Life really was precious.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Greg inquired as he handed her a cup of coffee. Sara smiled.
"You'll think it's corny." She said as she took the mug from him. Greg smirked.
"Everything that comes out of my mouth is corny... so no I won't." Sara laughed at that before turning serious again and taking a seat with her mug of coffee.
"I was just thinking about our drowning vic Cindy Dalton. I mean... we see accidental death all the time in this field. And it's no more or less tragic than a murder..." She sighed. "I guess I was just thinking how precious life is that's all..." She smirked again. "Corny huh?" Greg for a change looked serious when he responded.
"Not corny at all Sara." He paused. "Now shagging your boss on the floor of his office... THAT'S corny!" He ducked as Sara hurled a magazine at his head. Greg laughed and Sara couldn't help but follow suit. Their laughter was interrupted by Nick entering the break room. The expression on his face was unreadable, but Sara knew something was wrong when he looked at her. Was that pity? Sara frowned slightly and set down her coffee mug.
"Nick, what's wrong?" Nick didn't look like he was too keen on sharing whatever information he had, but with a shrug of his shoulders he did.
"Ecklie called Grissom into his office a little while ago." Sara's heart froze. Oh no. In an instant Sara was on her feet and walking purposefully to Grissom's office. Shit shit shit I probably got him fired. Hell we might both be fired. Oh shit Grissom I'm sorry. She knocked gently on his open door to find Grissom behind a significantly smaller stack of paperwork. While the thought to make a sarcastic remark about Grissom actually finishing paperwork for a change crossed Sara's mind, the issue of whether or not the two of them still had jobs won out. Sara walked in and sat down in front of Grissom's desk. He raised his eyebrows at the look of concern on her face, but waited patiently for her to explain.
"I heard you talked to Ecklie. What happened?" Grissom opened his mouth to respond to Sara's question but was cut off before he had the chance. "God Griss I'm so sorry! He fired you didn't he? Damn it I just couldn't keep my stupid lips to myself... Griss I'm sorry!"
"Sara!" She stopped at Grissom's frantic call of her name. He smiled then, holding up his hands in an attempt to calm her. "I'm not fired. And to answer your next questions I'm still a supervisor and you're still employed by the Las Vegas Crime Lab." Sara frowned slightly.
"Why?" She asked. Grissom had to laugh at that.
"You sound disappointed!" Sara glared at that.
"Of course I'm not disappointed! But... that IS why Ecklie called you into his office right? Because of... us?" Us. Sara couldn't help but thinking. Damn that sounds good.
"Yes Sara... Ecklie heard about our... encounter."
"And we still have our jobs?"
"We still have our jobs?"
"Why?" Grissom laughed again at Sara.
"You already asked that." Sara glared at him.
"Then cut the crap and tell me what happened!" Grissom held up his hands again, this time in defense of any projectiles Sara might be considering throwing in his general direction.
"Calm down Honey..." He chuckled. "You won't believe me but this is the honest truth... he's overlooking it. All we got was a slap on the hand with a stern 'Don't let it happen again.' That's the whole story." That and declaring my undying love for you... but that's a story for another time. Sara raised an eyebrow.
"You're sure the real Ecklie wasn't abducted by aliens, right?" Grissom laughed.
"As sure as I can be." His expression softened and the pitch of his voice lowered a bit. "Shifts over... let's go home." Sara blushed and cleared her throat.
"Separate cars?" She asked. Grissom shook his head and rose from his desk. He held out his hand to help Sara up from her chair which she took willingly.
"I think we both know that's not necessary." He winked at her and maneuvered her in front of him as he followed her out of his office. Turning off the lights and locking his office door, Grissom and Sara walked down the hall. A blind man couldn't have missed the matching smirks on Sara and Grissom's faces as they left the lab side by side.